Zhou Jiaying suddenly pushed her father hard,""Hurry up and take your son and get as far away as you can."
"We're your parents. What do you mean by 'get lost'? how can you speak like that now?"
"What parents? I don't have such disgraceful parents like you. Take your pig-like children and get lost." Zhou Jiaying screamed hysterically, not like an eight-year-old child at all.
Pa, Zhou Jiaying's father slapped her.""They're your younger brother and sister. How can you say that?"
Zhou Jiaying covered her face."You hit me. You hit me, yingran."
After saying that, she suddenly rushed to the teacher who had brought her here and cried,""Teacher, teacher, you saw it. He hit me. Quickly help me, quickly help me ... You said you would help me."
The teacher's mouth twitched.
Help? Don't joke around, okay? He felt that he had hit her right. This kind of daughter should be slapped a few more times and taught a lesson.
He retreated without saying a word.
